In Knowing The Truth To Lay In The Kiln Poem by David Lacey

In Knowing The Truth To Lay In The Kiln



Love the girl, keep her memory warm
Offer in sincerity a break from the storm.
No man who would call himself wise,
Would deny the beauty of the skies.
No man who would call himself sane,
Would allow another the keys to his pain.
Mechanical majesty will never impress
Those dressed in innocence fuelled purity.
Reveal through mystery secrets concealed
Smash the hour glass, know time unveiled.

In seeking the strength to lengthen denial
We do naught but weaken the defence of a smile
In knowing the truth to lay in the kiln
I retain an innocence within which I may swim.

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Summer Song 15 April 2006

It is incredible, I love your thoughts and emotional words, great poem

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